Delia's trembling voice called out to the man. Her heart was already shattered to a million pieces. She couldn't even understand why she would still call out for a man that clearly had no interest in her.
Delia understood that she was invisible to Baveron. She knew right then and there that she had no chance to be close to him. Only in her dreams that she could imagine being with him.
"I..." Delia nervously started off. Baveron's eyes started to wander off. "Do you remember me?" She finally said.
Baveron looked at Delia from head to toe. His face says it all. "I'm afraid I've never seen you before."
Delia shook her head. "You're a popular figure in this city. We've bumped into each other before." This was a lie.
Delia knew that Baveron never remenered what she looked like before and she figured that he definitely forgot about her.
Baveron pursed his lips. "I'm awfully sorry about that." He smiled at the three of them. "Excuse me, I meed to take care of some inventory. My employees will help you with what you need. Ciao." He waved goodbye before leaving the room.
Verona was still agitated. "Do I really look like a maid?" She muttered to herself. She looked at Tristan then she looked at her own clothes. "I guess I do look like one." She saved all the money she earned and never got a chance to shop for dresses.
She looked at herself in the mirror, criticizing herself. Her hair was unruly. Her physique was big, and she doesntlike what she sees in the mirror.
Tristan heard all of what she said and came up behind her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and one held her hand. "You don't how you're beyod perfection, my love. I will behead Baveron if you let me." He tried to lighten up the mood.
Verona faked a smile as Tristan hugged her.
The whole interraction left Delia alone again. She was frustrated yet she is still determined to have Baveron's heart.
At the back of the shop, Baveron was sitting, thinking about how he wanted to get Verona. He wanted her to be hisand he didn't know how he could do that without making a havock.
The Barion family messenger entered from the back office, relaying a message to Baveron.
"An invitation fron his royal highness, King Marquis. There is to be a royal banquet held at the palace this evening. All royals, dukes, and chosen families in favor are to attend."
Baveron laghed evilly as the messenger finished his report.
"Now I know what to do." He chuckled. His sinister grin frightened the messenger, making him retreat to go back to Barion Mansion.
He stood up from his chair, smilling to himself. "The royal family...no. I will use the king himself and tarnish her damned image. He'll be a great part for my plan." He schemed. "It can only take one nasfy publication about you. A scandal."